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Lets talk Tuesday ~ Anger turned pain

Absolutely true! hence I think , think , think and think a lot. Not just a minute but a lot more than that. A lot more than I would ever think I could. A lot more than the memories I have or going to create in coming future. A lot more than the present I have. A lot more than my mind can tolerate, a way more than my brain’s ability. But why? Why do we think this much? Why do we think at all? Yes, I said ‘We’ because I am not alone in this. There are not less than a thousand people (if not more) who are exactly like me. Not in a sense of behavior or looks , but who thinks alike. Who thinks like me. I am sure there are people with whom I can share my thoughts without having saying anything. The thoughts would be mutual. But my point is why do we think? Why people like me exist who keeps on pushing the limit of brain far too much. Well! there’s no answer. At least not one I was looking for. I think , think and think and I don’t get the answer for my WHYs. I guess no one does. But I hope someday some one does get the answer for his Why.

What forms a writer is the ability to give shape and form to their thoughts to let people understand what they are going through. To be a writer you don’t have to be an author of a book, but a writer is the one, whom people understand. So I try to write down what I feel. Sometimes they take form of a rhyme ,become a poem or mostly just a paragraph or two. Because why not! Writing down my opinions to my audience is the best thing I can do to myself as it will work as a reminder for me a few years later of “how I used to be or how my mind worked then”. Hence I am starting this blog series to talk it all to you guys. Lets blog off the boredom or clear off the mind to make space for some new ones with “Lets talk tuesday“. I will mostly post on a tuesday on whatever topic I feel like (sometimes about me as well ;)).

Anger turned pain

Todays topic is about this picture I clicked a few days ago of a hanuman langur while waiting for birds to get into my frame. Mostly, my weekends or holidays spend running after birds or waiting for them to come in sight from my balcony , well of course, after finishing off my house chores or simply letting them be for a day or two. So it was this saturday, I was in my balcony with my cam when my husband spotted these langurs jumping from our wall to another in search of god knows what. Thank God, our balcony is not an open one and we could get their clicks without getting harmed. Though I admire them more than I can really have good shots. When I zoomed into one of their faces, I got confused.. worried.. Next day I posted a picture on facebook to get reviews of what people think about it. Is the monkey really sad/ crying or just angry at us?

Pain

I got a few responses like, he is just angry, he is sad, he is hungry, they are naturally like that, they don’t like getting photographed etc etc. Nothing caught my attention really. What caught my attention was the tears in his eyes. I don’t even know whether I am right or wrong as I have never studied langurs but all I know is that they are our ancestors and whatever we are today, we were them at some point of time. So, if I take into consideration of feelings he must be having, as human behavior, it is easy to understand.If not easy, then at least an understandable trial. I saw pain in his eyes. A pain of separation may be, or the pain of not being able to feed his children or just the pain of being an animal. We humans have voices we laid out loud about our problems, unfavorable circumstances to the whole world, at least we can. But what about them? They don’t have four walls to live or raise their children. They aren’t civilized like we are but often we forget that they are not a piece of entertainment or anxiety for us, they are lives with exact same heart beats as we have. You know what I mean right!

Anger urned pain

The pain is getting bigger day by day. (In human context). The pain of not getting the desirable results, not being able to fulfill own dreams, pain of loosing our loved ones, pain of being a loser, the pain is getting larger day by day taking a form of anger. Pain turned anger. Angry of the life we have got, angry about unfulfilled desires, angry about the situations, angry for the generation, angry at the society , angry at own self, angry at the creator, God. But then, what next? Do we get an answer for our whys? Do they get answer for their pain they have to go through every day? NO they don’t, we don’t.

Pain turned anger

Here, we are shouting for our rights, for our liberation, for our independence. Our shout never ends as their is nothing called satisfaction in our dictionary. And there will never be one. Our pain will turn us angry and our anger will destroy us. We will be sad again. We will get back the courage some how , set new goals , get them and again get sad for some other reason. This process of getting hurt- angry – hurt has no end to it. The acceptance of pain has always been in our blood. We love to get hurt. Accept it, its the truth! or else this world would be a happy place to live in.

Pain again

This fellow in few minutes taught me a lesson that humans failed to in years. ”Satisfaction is a myth’‘ .

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Hi, I am Riya. Welcome to my space. I am a Banker by profession though photographer and crafter by passion. My keen interest fields also include writing casual stuff and cooking occasionally. I will share my happiness with you all here. Be a part of my journey as it proceeds. :)
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